Frisk Carris Poet Sonnet

-writer's Block-

Envelope Sonnet
-writer's block-

My wrists locked in chains as I stare at a daunting white sheet,
Wondering what will come of this makeshift hero in the future.
What will happen next? The hero cannot move forward without command,
So they will be left to stay in the same place and stand.
Why did I bother to start something I can't finish, something I can't nurture?
For now, I will simply bow my head in this easy defeat.

I've given up so easily, for my head is a blank sheet with no inspiration,
How could I have let everything disappear, including my imagination?

Picking up my pencil, the shackles on my wrist crumble to dust;
This hero needs someone to move them forward and to become strong.
It's time to put my heart and soul into this story, 
This time, it's about the hero, not about me.
With a good head on their shoulders and determination in their heart, they'll correct the wrong,
For they finally have a line to follow, I've done what I must

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